Hail, Hail

Yeeeps! I thought ‘old Nick’ was long gone and buried in forgotten land by now?

The Principal of Qisas

Everyone needs a little closure, every now and then. A little retribution to ease the gaping, wounded, pesky bitch called sadness aka lost aka cry baby aka hatred. 

Of course, as the principle of nature dictates, for every act there is bound to be a reaction, and therefore a never ending cycle of glorious hate and bloodlust, ad infinitum. 

Then, of course, you can always savor the insults, the hatred, the pulsating lust for vengeance. Slow burn for better times when no one expects it, and when the pleasure will double and triple by every slash and hack. 

Mindrift

“I remember”, he said with a faint smile, “how one chemically induced trip, back in the 60s, had once taken me up a rainbow, which I proceeded to lick. I remember it tasted a little salty and sugary. Almost like blood. It smelled like blood too, that was until I realized, of course, it was the blood running down the broken needle.” 

“Those were the day”, he said in between the looming darkness, “When I was walking mighty tall and proud, on the wheels of fire” 

Fictrution

If truth actually originates as facts steeped in fiction, which then begets more fictionalized truth intermingled with plain facts, what part of it is a plain fucked up myth? 

Oh well, got to love the sweet beheading girl, regardless. Let the misanthropy gets younger and younger still.

Wonderful View XXXII

The more you twitch, the more beautifully fiendish it shall be. 

Why won’t you all ever learn?

Angels

So they went to the mundane realm. Cast down from high on to crawl on all ten toes. They took to liking the greeneries of earth. The dreamy allure of smoky hallucinogens and the heady poisons of life and death that only mortals could ever understand….

Sleepless - III

We talked and drank and talked and drank, ad infinitum

Until the rattling of bones, hollowed of marrow and restrain, woke us up

And the freezing zephyr told us that we are dead

Sleepless - II

I saw you in my dreams. In my waking daylight dreams, I saw you.

I saw you and I know you saw me too. Staring at each other, we were walking the road to mutual dissolution.   

Sleepless - I

How can one sleep with so much joy abound? 

A truck load of death, a festival of knives, dancing lose on the streets, and a bountiful of joy and joy and joy and joy abound, all around.  

I am a flux, a permanent wave, soaring out of bounds